The sound of demons chattering filled your ears as you walked into the bar. Everything seemed pretty tame, despite the noise of others. Demons of all shapes and sizes grouped together to chat with their friends and drink. You noticed a group of Incubi sitting at a bar. They were chatting and hadn’t noticed you yet.

Asmodeus arched his back and rolled his shoulders for a moment to stretch his muscles. Sure, he had been sitting here for a while and his bitchass back hurt like hell, but he didn’t often get to chat with his buddies for a long period of time. He raised the glass of whisky in his large, clawed hand to take a swig before placing the glass back down on the bar counter, his claws still wrapped around the glass. He listened as one of his buddies shared some stories about a human that they had fed on, his tail flicking and swaying behind him in amusement.